"Don't worry, who would want to investigate such a mess? Even if the new officials come in with a bang, the old accounts are enough for them to deal with," Qin Hui said calmly.
Seeing Qin Hui so composed, Jin Yan'er also relaxed.
"By the way, Yan'er, to be honest, you're not young anymore. You can fool your parents for a while, but you can't fool them forever, can you?" Qin Hui asked caringly.
Actually, with Jin Yan'er's excellent conditions, if she wanted to find a boyfriend, there would be plenty of suitors.
"Who says I'm fooling my parents? You've already married me, and from now on, I'm yours," Jin Yan'er said seriously, looking at Qin Hui.
"Ah?" Qin Hui was stunned on the spot. Was this not just a play that became real?
"What? Do you want to go back on your word?" Jin Yan'er stared at Qin Hui fiercely.
"I..." Qin Hui hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping. If he really said it, then Qin Hui had indeed married Jin Yan'er.
"Hehe, Qin Hui, you can't deny it now. If you dare to go back on your word, I'll tell President Jiang. She'll back me up anyway." Jin Yan'er showed a sly smile, looking incredibly mischievous.
Qin Hui was speechless, realizing he had clearly boarded a pirate ship.
"Don't worry, I'm your woman from now on. As for you having three wives and four concubines, I don't mind," Jin Yan'er said magnanimously. She couldn't help it; this was how she ended up with Qin Hui. If she dwelled on those things, it would be meaningless.
Jin Yan'er's words made Qin Hui both amused and exasperated. However, seeing how serious Jin Yan'er was, Qin Hui felt that having an extra beautiful wife was also a very happy thing.
"Alright, from now on, you are my woman." Qin Hui pulled Jin Yan'er into his arms. Now, even if Qin Hui didn't want to admit it, he had to.
"Look at you, so happy. With President Jiang already and then me, you're the happiest man in the world." Jin Yan'er leaned against Qin Hui, speaking contentedly.
Looking at Jin Yan'er's happy expression, Qin Hui felt a touch of melancholy. Jin Yan'er truly liked him in her heart. If Qin Hui let her down, he would feel quite ashamed.
Jin Yan'er's own thoughts were naturally simple. Firstly, she liked Qin Hui; otherwise, she wouldn't have married him. Secondly, she trusted President Jiang's judgment. Since Jiang Yanxi had identified Qin Hui, she was sure it was fine to identify with Qin Hui.
Although it felt a bit like poaching, women were always selfish in matters of love. Moreover, Jin Yan'er had worked with Jiang Yanxi for so many years; she believed President Jiang would accept her.
The next morning, Qin Hui took Jin Yan'er off the train and then sent her home to rest.
Having another woman by his side meant an extra burden for Qin Hui.
"Master, it seems I need to use the secret method you taught me earlier," Qin Hui sat cross-legged in his courtyard, deep in thought.
Qin Hui's master was a very mysterious being; there was nothing he didn't know wherever he went. Once, Qin Hui's master, Daoist Song, had taught Qin Hui a cultivation secret method called the Yin Yang Dual Life Art. To cultivate the Yin Yang Dual Life Art, one had to balance yin and yang, greatly increasing their strength.
Originally, this secret method was useless to Qin Hui because cultivating it required the cooperation of many women. Even though Qin Hui thought he looked decent, he hadn't reached the point where women would throw themselves at him.
However, over time, Qin Hui had indeed noticed his good fortune in romance; perhaps this secret method could be cultivated. Of course, these were all auxiliary factors. The most important thing was that Qin Hui's current strength was that of a seventh-level martial artist, and making further progress was extremely difficult. Unless he encountered immense luck or found rare treasures, Qin Hui's strength would be hard to break through. And this was the bottleneck for a martial artist.
To break through the bottleneck, Qin Hui had to seek other methods. Since the Yin Yang Dual Life Art could help Qin Hui, he was naturally willing to try.
Although cultivating this secret method seemed very friendly to Qin Hui, it was like leveling up and fighting monsters; it became harder and harder as time went on. In the early stages, Qin Hui might be able to find Sister Xue and others to cultivate this secret method, but later on, he would have to couple with women who possessed martial artist strength to enhance this cultivation technique. If he remained at the most basic level, this secret method wouldn't have been passed down to this day.
Therefore, finding strong female martial artists later on would be Qin Hui's greatest difficulty, let alone getting them to cooperate with him in cultivation. If Qin Hui had been born in ancient times and become an emperor, he could have cultivated this secret method to its peak.
The night passed uneventfully. The next day, Qin Hui went to Yang Fen's house. After treating Yang Fen last time, Qin Hui thought the effect should be good. This time would be Qin Hui's final treatment. Although the prescription Qin Hui provided was effective, Yang Fen's illness had been present for years. After this treatment, it would be completely finished.
Because Qin Hui was coming for treatment, Yang Fen specifically arranged her work for the morning so she could receive Qin Hui's treatment in the afternoon. Although leaving her post during work hours was not allowed, Yang Fen herself was the vice-principal, and no one could manage her. The principal, the only one who could manage her, was out for a meeting.
Compared to the previous two times, Qin Hui felt much more relaxed when he arrived at Sister Yang's house this time.
"Xiao Hui, this is your consultation fee." As soon as Qin Hui sat down, Yang Fen took out a bank card. After all, Qin Hui had cured her illness, and Yang Fen naturally had to pay a consultation fee; otherwise, Qin Hui's visit would have been in vain.
"Sister Yang, with our relationship, we don't need to do this. Besides, I only treat people based on fate. Sister Yang, please take this money back." Qin Hui quickly pushed the bank card back. Not to mention that Qin Hui wasn't short of money, but given his relationship with Sister Yang, he couldn't accept this money.
Seeing Qin Hui refuse, Yang Fen felt a little ashamed. In her heart, Qin Hui was so good to her, yet she couldn't give him anything in return.
"By the way, Sister Yang, has that guy Huang Yu bothered you during this time?" Qin Hui sat on the sofa, disinfecting his silver needles. After this treatment, everything would be over.
"No, I have to thank you for that, Qin Hui. Look, Sister owes you so many favors now." Yang Fen felt a bit embarrassed. After her husband passed away, Qin Hui was the first person to be so good to her. Someone had been good to her before, but they were interested in her family background and her body, so Yang Fen had very keenly rejected them. However, with Qin Hui, Yang Fen didn't feel those things; she could feel that Qin Hui was genuinely good to her. The only thing Yang Fen regretted was that after her illness was cured, Qin Hui would no longer come to see her. For this reason, Yang Fen felt a bit lost. After all, there weren't many people she looked up to.